"Everyone block him, see if there is any burning magic core on his body, as long as the magic core burns out, the possession will end. We will be saved too!"
"Yes, before the magic core is burned, we must guard everyone in Xiaoyaomen!"
"Swear to guard Xiaoyaomen!"
For a moment, a situation of one person against ten thousand people formed in the entire Tianmei Temple.
But "Wen Zhe" laughed out loud again.
There was no anger or surprise in that laughter, not even contempt and ridicule.
There is only indifference and carelessness like looking at ants.
He sighed softly and said: "It seems that you don't want to live anymore, so let's let the plan that cannot be completed because of Wen Zhe's stupidity continue as usual."
After saying this, Wen Zhe stepped forward.
Immediately afterwards, countless white bones began to appear in the entire space.
Many spiritual and demon cultivators didn't even have time to react, they were clawed through the chest by the bone claws, and fell down with faces full of horror.
Muyan stopped playing the piano in her hand.
The pale face slowly raised up, meeting the red rolling eyes.
The body of "Wen Zhe" penetrated through layers of defenses in just a blink of an eye, came to her, and looked down at her.
There was no waves in the peach blossom eyes, and the slender fingers stained with blood lightly plucked the strings, making a long buzzing sound.
"Hehehe..." "Wen Zhe" couldn't help laughing again, his eyes couldn't hide the admiration, "As expected, she is worthy of being the woman Di Ming Jue likes, just with her concentration and mind, she is already worthy of Extreme Domain The position of the hostess. It's a pity that a woman is a woman after all, indecisive and emotional, if you are obedient and obedient from the beginning, let me kill Chu Moli, at least other people's lives can be spared."
Muyan looked at "Wen Zhe" for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Did the third senior brother already guess your identity? That's why you are so eager to kill him?"
The red eyeballs suddenly dimmed.
The next moment, Muyan felt her neck being strangled by icy bone fingers, and her whole body was lifted high.
"Choo Choo Choo!"
Little Phoenix Qiuqiu rushed over anxiously to save her beautiful sister, but was slapped away by "Wen Zhe".
"Little Junior Sister!!"
The people from Xiaoyaomen rushed over desperately.
But this time "Wen Zhe" had expected it, and he would not be caught off guard like when he was attacked just now.
In front of the other five people from Xiaoyaomen, a white bone also appeared.
The bone was like a puppet, without self-awareness, and without red eyes.
But its strength far exceeds that of the Immortal King.
In the entire mustard space, only Yingmei and Tianhe who have reached the realm of Immortal King or Demon General can resist.
The other monks were suddenly faced with life and death dilemma.
…
Temporarily isolated the obstacles, the red-blooded master of "Wen Zhe" fell back on Muyan.
I saw that the clothes on the girl's body had already been stained red with blood.
His face was as gray as when Chu Moli was strangled by the throat just now.
On the chapped lips, there was also a dark purple that was dying.
Wen Zhe couldn't help giggling.
This little Kagami musician has already run out of fuel, even if he doesn't do it himself, if he persists, he will completely exhaust his soul and die.
But even so, her hand was still holding on to the Tian Moqin tightly, and the strings cut her fingers, and she refused to let go.
Her consciousness is firmly guarding the entrance to the space of Tianmoqin.